Baby Monkey Linda had been playing around the house all afternoon, swinging from the curtains, hopping on the furniture, and chasing shadows on the floor. But now, as the sun began to dip behind the trees, she found herself in the middle of the living room, looking up at her human owner with wide, round eyes. She was tired. Her little arms and legs ached from all the running, and she longed to feel the warmth of her owner’s arms again.
Linda loved it when her human picked her up. There was a certain safety and comfort in being cradled, a sense of calm that spread through her tiny body. But for some reason, her human hadn’t noticed her yet. Linda tugged on the hem of the couch with her tiny fingers, made a little squeak, and even did a few backflips in the hope of getting attention.
Still, nothing.
Linda’s eyes started to water, and she let out a soft, pitiful whine. It was a sound that humans couldn’t ignore—after all, how could anyone resist the plea of such an adorable creature? Slowly, her owner turned their gaze, finally seeing the little monkey sitting there with her arms raised, looking up with a face full of longing.
Without a word, her human smiled and reached down, scooping Linda up from the floor. Linda immediately snuggled into their arms, her tiny heart racing with joy. She nuzzled against their chest, feeling the familiar warmth she so adored.
“There’s my little monkey,” her human murmured softly, giving her a gentle kiss on the top of her head.
And in that moment, Linda felt complete. She was safe. She was loved. And nothing else mattered.